Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 18, 1928 — page 160: what you’re looking at

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958 when he returned Kearny—hoping for an opening in his factory. He had a wonderful feeling that she understood and sympathized. Then Jane asked quietly: “Of course you are taking me to the hospital?” Jed nodded. “I’m afraid [ll have to ask you to come to the family rescue once more,” said fane. “After you’ve left me at the hospital, will you take the car and go for my brother? He said he would be at home working on his radio this evening. He can drive you to yours and then join me at the hospital. We're piling up obligations—”’ “Don’t for a minute think that,” cut in Jed. “How about your expected visit to Mr. Anderson? But you will go. Promise me you will call at Meadowbrook Farm not later than to-morrow night,” begged Jane earnestly. “On one condition. That you wish me luck,” replied Jed as he pulled up in front of the hospital. “With all my heart.” Jane slid to the curb before Jed had time to help her. THE U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. * Kearny started to follow, but Jane sent him back. Then Jed suddenly became practical. ‘“T don’t know your last name. How can I get your brother when I don’t know where he lives?” “You had me paged. My brother answers to the same name. He also lives with dad and me at Meadowbrook Farm.” ‘Jane Anderson,” said Jed in amaze-. ment. ‘“ Jane, I say Jane,” he called. But without turning Jane had disappeared into the hospital. Jed climbed quickly back into the car. After starting he turned and patted Kearny gratefully on the head. “ And to think that all the time you’re an Anderson. It’s a queer old world, isn’t it, Kearny?” The dog agreed by sitting closer. ‘““ And it was your master we found. Your mistress we paged. To even a casual ob- server it would look as if you might have me not only an employee at the factory, but a member of the family!” And Kearny agreed with as enthusiastic a wag as his short stump of a tail was cap- able of. END U THE WEST | KNOW the West, though not so well, perhaps, As some of you old broncho-bustin’ chaps; It is a land of vast unbroken spaces, Wind-sifted sands, and weather-beaten faces, Nature, in what they call, unfettered state; [ know the West—I came through on a freight. I know the West, its cattle have long horns, You see them grazing early, summer morns; And every field, designed to give a bounty Of wheat or corn, must cover half a county; It’s short on trees, on cactus it is great. I know the West—I came through on a freight. I know the West, I could be writing tales Of Two-Gun Pete, whose courage never fails: But when I think of putting down such drivel As other authors pen, I seem to shrivel, The theme’s too big, too broad, I have to wait, I know the ‘West—I came through on a freight. L. Mitchell Thornton. — - €0Ol (E + a -